Wow, look who’s a social butterfly!
I am invited to no less than THREE Pride BBQ’s this weekend! And I did two of them last night (and miraculously am none the worse for wear today).
BBQ #1 was with “the Beav” and his friends. I met the Beav through mutual friends of ours. I actually went to school (grade school through high school) with this couple. He met them for the college years. Anyway, when I moved to Minneapolis I was given a letter of introduction by them, and have known the Beav ever since.
Anyway, the BBQ was in the tony warehouse district in Minneapolis. Many gays were present, and we had slider burgers, and gin-n-tonix and tons of other food. The company was great fun and the food excellent and quite filling. I almost didn’t want to leave early, but I had my second BBQ obligation…
BBQ#2 was at a fellow Blogger’s house (Alex)! His blog is “I Drive a Dodge Stratus” which is tenuously in my blogroll. But don’t visit, because he’s a naughty blogger who never updates (hint, hint).
Technically the BBQ was at another guys place, but he was helping to throw the bash. This was my blog-stalker (not really) whom I met randomly at the Eagle one evening when, as I was passing, he shouted out “Mangina Monologues!” Or something.
Anyway, I showed up and felt a bit out of place. I knew approximately half of one person before going (Alex) and upon walking in I felt like I had suddenly entered a frat party. It had that vibe… plus everyone was younger than me.
But as the night wore on, and as I sucked down a few of Alex’s brews, I actually found myself having a good time! Generally I don’t do well at large parties where I don’t know a soul and everyone is thinner and prettier than I am. I’m much more proficient at the small, ugly, cocktail party.
However, I got a chance to become better acquainted with Alex and his partner. AND all of their female friends who were really a ton of fun to be around!
But the later it got, the more ‘frat’ it got. Things that made this a frat party included:
- a fire pit where all manner of things were burned
- a daring alcohol-fueled liberation of some lantern lights from the foreclosed neighbor’ balcony
- pretty, skinny, built boys
- lots of beer and jello shots
- people urinating outdoors
- no soap in the bathroom
- people pooping in the bathroom (right before me! uggh! Who defecates at a party??)
It really was like being back ‘in’ college for a few hours… but not ‘of’ it.
Unfortunately I had things to do and a busy Saturday ahead, so I bid my adieu sometime after 10pm and drove my sorry ass home.
Good times, though.